Title: The kiss up a tree 

Author: Chaotic-Binky

Rating: PG-13

Pairing: Erestor/Glorfindel
Summary: Erestor kisses Glorfindel up a tree. 

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, I just dream about them!

Warnings: AU. M/M, 


Erestor was floating in the river and enjoying the feeling of peace and
laziness. He had half a peeled orange positioned on his belly and
occasionally took a bite of a segment.  He was aware that he was
floating with the slow, languid current, down the river and decided to
let it take his body with it.  Erestor finally floated into a small
calm curve where the current was weak and he just lay there and took
another bite of orange segment then stared up into the trees.

In the tree Erestor could quite clearly see Glorfindel, and it looked
as though he was in reverie.  Glorfindels chest moved up and down in
rhythmic motion and fine wisps of hair rose and fell with his
breathing. One hand was placed across his abdomen and the other behind
his head. A leg was bent against the trunk of the tree and the other
was hanging down and resting on a slightly lower branch to the one he
was laying on.

Erestor could see Glorfindels clothing piled up in a heap on the floor
and so he took his orange segments in hand, climbed on to the bank and
walked over to the tree.  He folded the crumpled clothing and looked up
into the tree for a few moments.

After positioning an orange segment between his teeth, Erestor climbed
easily up into the tree and put the orange segment on Glorfindel’s
chest.  He looked at the beautiful blond and melted. Erestor had just
intended leaving the fruit there as a surprise and a puzzle for
Glorfindel but now he decided that he would steal a kiss too.  He leant
forward and gave just the slightest brush of his lips to Glorfindels’
own and then made his way down as silently as he had ascended.

Erestor gazed up into the tree to see if he had disturbed Glorfindel or
not and after a while was satisfied that Glorfindel was still deep in
reverie.  He made his way back to the river and swam down to where he
had left his clothing and made his way back to the house.

Some time later Erestor heard a knock at his door as he was getting
ready for dinner. He opened the door and exclaimed ‘Lord Glorfindel,
what….’

Glorfindel walked into the room and held Erestor firmly in his arms and
kissed his deeply and thoroughly, his tongue exploring every part of
Erestors sweet mouth. In turn, Erestor made the most of it, and by the
end of the kiss there wasn’t a part of Glorfindels mouth that his own
tongue had not become acquainted with.

Glorfindel ended the kiss’ ‘I felt your lips on mine this afternoon in
the tree, I am returning your kiss’ he smiled.

‘But I saw you remain in reverie’

‘I did but felt them all the same and when I found the orange segment
and my folded clothes I knew just who had kissed me’

Erestor blushed, ‘I couldn’t resist’ he said shyly.

Glorfindel kissed him again ‘Neither can I’ he breathed.

‘I find that I am also having a very hard time stopping myself’ Erestor
kissed Glorfindel and stroked the side of his neck.

Glorfindel twined his hands in Erestors hair and gently pulled his head
back. ‘So beautiful’ he murmured and kissed again; his hands making
their way inside Erestors shirt to caress a nipple.

‘Oh my….’ moaned Erestor letting his hands caress over one of
Glorfindels ears.

Glorfindel ended the kiss and looked at Erestor who looked enquiringly
at him, he wondered why they had stopped.

‘Erestor I hardly know you, except as a councillor that is’

‘Oh…’ replied Erestor in a small disappointed voice – he knew what was
coming and felt so small and foolish. He knew that his alter ego, cold
councillor personality had deterred many from expressing further
interest.

‘Erestor’ Glorfindel continued, lifting his face up so he could see his
eyes ‘I want to know you, I want you to be mine, I want to love you –
and I think I can – what say you?’

‘I say yes’ 

Erestor gave his most dazzling smile and Glorfindel winked and took his
arm, ‘Let’s go to dinner my Erestor – I’ve never been able to resist
watching you lick a fork’